Letters

"My Lady!" Anna rushed out to meet them as soon as they returned to Westside Manor, collecting the basket of wares from her mistress. "A messenger is here for you. From His Grace, he says. Mrs. Grace asked him to wait in the Marble Room."

Beth's breath caught. From Charles? There was someone for her from her husband. Without any thought whatsoever, she picked up her skirt and hurried to the man.

She had accompanied Gwen and Lucy to the marketplace to watch the gipsies. On and on they had moved from one stall to the other, being entertained by the talented crew. A juggler juggling five apples, a girl walking the line held by two other men, the fire dancer who could make fire appear and disappear. She enjoyed her time in town but nothing was compared to the happiness she felt when Anna gave her news of a man from her husband.

"Beth, do wait for us." Gwen called, but she wasn't listening. Her husband's message was waiting.